These beautiful boastful words moved away, is not it?
In this way, the hands of this great demon made me Hurler.
Now dear, look.
Colors are fragrant and simply scatter.

These boastful rhetoric did not go up to you.
The spirit of this great demon is directed to the will.
Now dear, you just relax.
How should we corrupt the world?

That there fell (Without it, the fruit of my glory falls to the bottom of anything).
The empty, mad, and I stumble. (Bottomless wells).
A destiny of silk (the seasons are plucked)
Backing.

-puretée. -

The dialect of the flower is scattered in blood glow.
These indigo hues prove my obscenity.
The halo of the wet drowning in nectar stunning.
I whisper to you those precious words.

「The calm here. 」

These beautiful boastful words have escaped me.
In this way, such a big devil you played me like a puppet.
Now dear, I have what it takes to guide you.
The purpose of this brief illusion intoxicates me

That there is related to our destiny.

Your fingers, your neck, I am at your feet
You're the most attractive between miles (your hands is my destiny)
Your silhouette is drawn like a fox.

-Promise-

"I want more…"

The dialect of the flower is scattered in blood glow.
These indigo hues prove my obscenity.
The halo of the wet drowning in nectar stunning.
I whisper to you those precious words.

The brilliance of the smells flourished is scattered
Our delicate embrace is indéliable.
Discouragement is when a sort of rot.
Is this temporary opportunity is reciprocal?